We've known each other for a week, but I feel more comfortable with him then I have with anyone else I've been with. We've been talking about it, saying how it just feels strange. But a good strange. Theres some connection.
I sense I am probing for negative things in him, I think its a naturual reaction for me. Boy likes me,I get scarred. And now I like boy which makes me even more scarred. Its not that Im scared, its just I don't know what to do. Ive lost control of my thoughts, of my emotions. And I think I just wanted to make a bigger deal, make problems that aren't there. Don't ask me why.
Date 2- We went to an early dinner.
Then we walked around the mall, just looking at things. He wanted me to look at clothes, but I really don't believe he wanted to, what guy wants to follow a girl around while she's shopping. I declined.
Then we took the bus downtown, we were going to play pool, but we decided to stay on the bus, for the full bus ride. He's not from here, so we thought it would be cool to jump on some bus and just wander around. And thats what we did a 2 hours. It was cute, and sort of romantic. We were able to talk and cuddle. We talked about everything! We joked and laughed. Our first kiss was on the bus, we stopped at an old persons home, and the bus driver stepped off to run to the store next door. We were alone. I knew it was going to happen. You can just tell, when you eyes stare for a little longer each time. I lick you lips or smile, hoping to draw attention to them. I leaned forward and kissed him. It was sweet, 3 medium length kisses. No we did not make out on the bus. But the rest of the way home, we would randomly kiss here and there.
After our bus ride we walked down the street holding hands, and played pool for like 30 mins. I ve got bored. I wasn't really wearing the right outfit for pool. My jeans were low, and I was scared I would be flashing everyone my thong. I was consistly yanking them up and pullin my shirt down.
We decided to go back to my house, we jumped in a cab. And watched a movie upstairs. He met Jessika, my middle sister, who was the only one home. She thinks he's cute. She never thinks any of the guys I like are cute. She stayed out with us for a bit and talked. He was alittle quiet.
The night eneded with a kiss.Actually a few kisses!